Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.